Finally, a thread I have something to contribute....and more than one.
Took some friends on my father's 31 Uniflite years ago (pretty much how all my stories start)...
Spent a night in a marina in Montauk. The next day was beautiful, so we headed to the beach for a bit including body surfing on the nice waves. Got back to the boat mid-afternoon to prepare for our next destination - Block Island. We could not get a clear radio signal to hear the NOAA forecast, but it was a nice day and a short run so we cast off. After passing our first waypoint, I handed the helm over to a buddy while I went to the head and for some beers. A friend quickly followed me below and asked for the Dramamine. The one at the helm shouted, Capt. you might want to get up here...
That's when the weather started getting rough and the tiny ship was tossed...
Well, it got really bad, we could not see over the tops of the waves when we were in the troughs. So, I don't know 12' footers maybe... in a 31' foot boat - fun stuff. We were cavitating, disappearing below the waves, taking them over the bow, rinse and repeat. I tried a few different ways to get us out of it using throttle and helm and finally decided tacking was best. Well, we made it across and got in the lee of Block Island without too much spilled beer.
When we pulled into the marina, a neighbor asked casually, "are you guys coming in from the anchorage?" While I was securing lines, one of the guys casually responded, "no, we just came from Montauk, why?" The neighbor got all bug eyed and blurted, "through the HURRICANE?!?"
Apparently, one should clean the terminals on the NOAA weather radio before casting off even on sunny days and after body surfing in the nice BIG waves. The Hurricane was well off shore... the waves, not so much.
Don't recall if I told my Dad about this one...which is how all my stories end.